Bring me the undergarments of the state and vests of Parliament
I see rains of hatred pounding the face of Juba
Socialists and mongers breakfasting on human delicacies
Political drunkards lolling feeble voters to night mares and empty dreams
New born democrats buried without traces of memory under the hot hard granite of politics
Souls drooping in misery
When will sunlight cast its blessings to these cemeteries?
Green lives decomposing in concrete corridors of history
The feet of history dragged in this grief laden earth.